konata's locker

*sits in front of the locker sadly, a small knife in hand*

Skating along the hallways, it was before the first period. He was enjoying his iPod, listening to the latest CD from The Devil Wears Prada, With Roots Above and Branches Below. He couldn't hear anything besides the music; he loved blasting it. It blocked out any unwanted sound besides the music he was listening to.

Coming across a locker, he noticed a girl sitting there, down. Staring at her, he kept skating along, noticing something in her hand. As it shone in the light, he stopped his board, realizing what it was. Stepping off, he stepped on the tail, knocking the skateboard into the air as he caught it.

Tucking his Darkstar board under his right arm, he walked next to the girl and stopped. Sliding down into a sitting position, he let his skateboard lay against the lockers. Turning towards the girl, he took the knife and looked at it, as if admiring the lethal weapon. Another one of his favorites was weapons; he's a weapon specialist, so he knew a lot about them.

"Y'know...this thing is pretty sharp....What are you planning to use it for?" Dark asked, looking into her eyes. He saw that she was depressed; he'll have to fix that. He waited for an answer, planning to use an anecdote that would brighten the dark mood she's in.

what does it matter to you? go back to your friends. *takes the knife back and cuts down the side of her arm. admiring the thick red liquid streaming out.*

Just as she started to cut, he grabbed the knife; it was too late, she already completed the cut. Feeling crushed, he whirled the knife around in his hand and slammed the blade down into the ground, breaking the blade. Along with weapons, he had learned how to treat wounds. First things first: apply pressure to the wound.

Ripping a portion of his sleeve off, he wrapped the black clothe around her arm. "Why would you do that?!" Dark asked in bewilderment.

why does it matter? i feel no pain, why did you break my knife? *i frown as he covers the cut and look at dark. i begin to think, why is he helping me? he doesnt even know me* whats you name?

saw dark pass his locker to he followed him and saw the scene and walks up"hi dark and umm...new kid?"stares at the cut as he pulls out a cloth and cleans the blood up

*everyones so nice here, unlike my old school. buy why? im just some loser emo. i frown as they help me* why are you helping me? it doesn't matter

"'Cuz I care. It's not cool to let someone cut themselves. As of now, I consider you a friend. My names Dark Fujiwara," Dark said, feeling a sudden urge to just give her a light kiss on the cheek. Distracting himself, he pulled her bang to the side, looking at her face.

His eyes followed the shape of her mouth, her lips soft and fragile. He wondered if it would be as soft as he imagined it. Moving along, he came across her eyes. Its beautiful green color, faint but strong, seemed to be....staring at him....

Feeling his face grow hot quickly, he couldn't look away; it felt as if he was enchanted, hypnotized. A crooked smile crept its way onto his face; he felt as if he was beginning to lean towards her. "Y'know...you're kinda cute...." His voice came out as a purr, its soft, velvet, words brushing the air. He stopped inches away from her face, smiling his crooked smile. He looked straight into her eyes, knowing that she's probably feeling pretty uncomfortable right now. His hands were on the lockers, holding him up.

your not so bad yourself hotshot. im konata, my last name is none of your concern. *looking into his eyes i study the shape of his face, beginning to think how cute he is. i smile a little and take another knife out of my pocket. i throw it to the side and it sticks in the wall. i blush and look away*

Chuckling, he takes one of his hands and lightly pulls her face towards his. "Girls are so cute when they blush," Dark said softly, his words like musical notes. Leaning in closer, he closed his eyes, waiting for the moment.

*blushes harder and pulls away a little* i-im sorry, but i just met you. your sweet and all, but lets wait a little longer ok? get to know eachother. so you play guitar?

takes the knife out of the wall"dark see ya in rehearsal"goes off to class

Slowly opening his eyes, he chuckled, smiling widely. Sitting back, he flipped his hair, looking back at Konata. "I'm lead guitarist of my band, The Trump Card. If you've heard of The Devil Wears Prada, we sound exactly like them. We've got a concert soon; wanna come? I'll get you a backstage ticket," Dark started, stopping to let her talk.

Looking at her again, he smiled a crooked smile, seemingly zoning everyone but her out.

*shuffles a little closer to him smiling and blushing* well i play the drums, i used to be in a band before i moved here. you know raikuni right? me and him are childhood friends, i moved away back in forth grade. i just moved back here, and raikuni has been secretly bringing me out of depression

"Niceness! Raikuni's one of the best guitarists I've ever met; well, besides the pros in big bands. I am, frankly, better than him by about a mile. That's awesome you can play the drums; I've never met a chick who played the drums. I like you," Dark added the afterthought, smiling widely at her. Shuffling a little closer to her, he could see her blush, making him chuckle.

*blushing harder i smile a little, looking at him. i begin to think how much im starting to like him.* well im as good at drums as raikuni is at guitar.

Smiling a crooked smile, he asked,"Can I take Kuni's place and help you when you feel down? I'm pretty sure I can make that frown of yours flip upside down,"

RIIIING!!

As the bell rang, Dark just sat there, waiting for a reply from Konata.

*blushes more* maybe, but im not as depressed as i used to be *looks into your eyes as if looking for something*

His eyes softening, he leaned forward in a quick and smooth motion. Raising his hands, he lightly touched her red cheeks, feeling their warmth. Pulling her face towards his, he closed his eyes, kissing her softly on the lips. He felt his whole body melt, his brain mesmerized by her aroma, her warm lips.

*kisses back, feeling an amazing sensation run through my body. i dont bother trying to pull away as i enjoy it to much*

Pushing his body against hers, they were now against her locker, his arms wrapped around her body. Moving his lips with hers, he slowly opened his mouth, taking it a step further.

*follows his movements, leaning onto him and all the sounds of the outisde world pause. only the sound of us kissing can be heard my me*

Slowly sliding his tongue into her mouth, he softened the kiss, pushing closer to her. Time seemed to have stopped completely, only the two of them still moving. His body seemed numb, his heart beating like the sound of rain on the rooftop of a metal house.